Open Your Mouth For Me?

Vanessa's POV

I was definitely hungry for food, but the hunger I felt for him, on another level. It was almost as if I was practicing self hate, because tell me why I took to the stairs, and I walked into his room after him, shutting the door.

He just gracefully sat on his bed like he knew I was going to drop everything I was doing to come meet him.

“How may I help you?” He asked, cocking a brow, his stare seemingly unwelcome but his Adams apple bobbing saying something else.

I was tempted to sit on his lap, but I stood rooted to the ground, right by the door. All of a sudden, I didn't feel safe. What he did to me last night, I hadn't fully recovered. I shouldn't be alone in a room with him right now.

Did I pay heed to my own thoughts? Absolutely not. I left the door, and I stood in front of him, our eyes clashing heavily, intense and nasty.

He grabbed me by my waist immediately, pressing his face to my core right through my clothes, and my breath got stuck in my throat as I threw my head back, a low gasp escaping me.

“Fuck…” He cursed, rattled but contained. He lifted his gaze to meet mine, and I just

stepped away to breathe.

I cleared my throat as I looked around, trying to start casual conversation. I promised myself not to start this. I will listen. I will listen, I kept telling myself eventually.

“So you go to strip clubs and blow five thousand dollars on random girls?” I was honestly impressed by his room and his interests, telling you exactly the kind of person he was. I didn't need to go into his mind first.

His room wasn't monochrome as typical men do. It had a pop of color, a nice spectrum, but still beautiful hues of blue. I loved it.

“I've actually never done that before.”

His voice was rough as he muttered, his thick gaze settling on me, watching my every move.

I froze.

“You liar.” I didn't want to believe it. He had to be lying. I had five thousand dollars sitting on my account, and I didn't want to believe I was the only woman he'd given such an amount of money for almost no reason.

“I still can't believe I did that. Didn't regret it though.”

My eyes widened.

“Wait, seriously? You're not kidding?”

Why was I low-key panicking?

“I'm not. You're the first.” The colour red plastered onto my cheeks without my permission, my body warming up from nowhere.

“Hmm. Does that mean you like me?” At this point I wasn't even sure what I was doing or saying.

“I like pretty women, yes.”

My heart literally danced in my chest. Carmen, who I've secretly had a crush on for the longest, was finally admitting that I was pretty, and that he even liked me.

It started to overwhelm me, and my eyes moved to the door. I saw an escape. If I could make it out, I would breathe.

“Okay, I just…I need a minute to process that.” I tried to do just that, but I was suddenly pulled back, and he stood by the door, locking it shut.

“And where do you think you're going after you've made me admit that? You came here all by yourself. You'll get what you want before you leave.”

I swallowed. Slowly, I couldn't help but stagger backwards as Carmen started slowly guiding me deeper into his room, his eyes never leaving my face. When I got to the foot of his bed, he made me sit on it, and he reached for his pants.

When he took it out, sudden fear slammed into me mercilessly.

“What are you–”

“Mind sucking my cock first? It's been acting up since I saw you at the airport.”

He held it in his hands, unapologetically stroking, looking exactly like the man I let manhandle me last night. The lethally attractive one. It's understandable why I had a crush on him. If I'm being honest, I still do, still with the same intensity, if not more now that I've seen him naked and I've felt his wicked thrusts.

“Your lips are so pretty. I've been imagining them wrapped around it, sucking…”

He's the nastiest man I've ever met. Why did he bother pretending to be gentle when we both realized the shit we had gotten ourselves into at the airport anyway? Isn't that crazy behavior?

He's packing, so big. How was he expecting me to put that in my mouth? I instantly declined. He's made me so hot and needy, I decided to chase after my own needs. I still had no plans to forgive him for the stunt he pulled earlier.

“I'm not doing that. Pleasure me first.” I went deeper into the bed, and I opened my legs. I wanted him to eat me out the same way he ravaged me yesterday. Maybe I'll get everything over with.

While his eyes gleamed, he still frowned.

“But you came already. I didn't, I mean not yet.”

My eyes snapped straight in his direction.

“What?” I shrieked, shocked he would say that.

“I heard you fucking yourself to my name earlier.”

I wanted to hide my face in shame, like practically begging the earth to open up and swallow me. It's the ease at which he spoke these nasty things that was so unnerving. I really didn't think I was that loud. It was intense, so why in hell was I already feeling starved?

“Oh my God. What's wrong with you?”

At least don't tell me you heard it? I might never come back from this. To be fair, he did ditch me and refused to have sex with me earlier. Now it's certainly not happening anymore. I kind of have a couple of pride that I kept for emergency purposes, like now.

“So, open your mouth for me?”

He asked, his eyes right in the middle of my opened legs.

I just packed myself up from that bed and took myself right out of it. What was I even thinking?

“No. I'm not doing this. Let's stay away from each other, okay? Let's do this the original, platonic way. Let's forget last night and put it behind us.”

I wondered if I would even heed to that but I was willing to try. He'll surely regret what he did today when I was hot and ready for him.

A smile stretched his lips, but it didn't quite meet his eyes. If anything, that smile scared me.

He didn't let me leave, but he packed his cock back in his pants.

“Sure, but after one round, then we can go back to pretending for as long as you want, even forever.” He growled against my face, full of controlled displeasure.

I had to push him away, shaking my head.

“No, Carmen. I have lectures first thing in the morning. I should get some rest, plus I'm still hurt from last night.”

“That's a compliment in my books.” A grin settled on his face. Apparently he was proud of almost handicapping me.

“You're insane, in case you don't know.”

He leaned in. I swear I thought he would kiss me, and maybe I would've let him, but he didn't.

“Get your ass out of here while you can still walk.” He warned, his voice thick with desire. I didn't need to be told twice.

I ran out, straight for my dinner. Since I wasn't filling my stomach with cum, I should at least eat. It was cold, but so delicious. I moaned in delight several times, damn I really enjoyed my meal.